#kaasknot

I can’t believe this exists. That this is in my hands, that the words in that sharp serif are mine, that @kaasknot took the time to arrange them and make this book (a real book!) around them. You can’t even see the red-and-white striped thread binding in these photos, can’t run your fingers over the smooth marbled cover, can’t smell that smell, the paper smell, and shiver all over in awareness that after decades of haunting libraries and bookstores, this bit of paper is yours.

There are so many small details I adore---the mythopoeic sans serif of the titles, the thread of rust-red through the marbled cover, the fact that breaks in passages are indicated by musical notation for a full rest. However, my particular favorite is the small, subtle ouroboros on the spine. It looks like a printer’s mark and even though kaasknot sent me photos of the finished product beforehand, it took me an embarrassingly long time to realize what I was looking at. A callback to the whiskey label that started it all---foreign, faded squiggles...a snake biting its tail...

I love it in particular, keep running my thumb over it and grinning.

It dawned fair and clear, the day they sewed Loki's lips shut.

Note: (In honour of the impending release of the Loki miniseries and my sceptical optimism for it, I'm highlighting a few canon-adjacent Loki works that can pass the time between new episodes or, if you're like me, distract from new content long enough to miss the first wave of inevitable Discourse.) Whipstitch investigates a different avenue of consequences for Loki's failed invasion, both from Asgard and from Thanos. Most countries had Avengers playing in theatres by the first week of May 2012. Kaasknot had the sixty-eight thousand words of Whipstitch published before the end of July. To build a world accurate to Norse culture and mythology is an accomplishment in istelf; to integrate the Marvel infrastructure into an original storyline, in less than four months, is remarkable.

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It dawned fair and clear, the day they sewed Loki’s lips shut. Curiosity and ill-will made it into a spectacle: a prince of Odin, a traitor and genocidal megalomaniac, humbled before Hlidskjálf. It was the event not to be missed.

So it was the throne room was full to bursting as the Þing met to declare the prince’s fate. The crowd of onlookers overflowed the aisles, pouring out between the columns into the plaza beyond—a veritable sea of greedy eyes eager for a show. The prince came quietly enough, by all reports, and it was true: there was no mewling or cowering. He strode to meet his father with his head held high and no sign of fear upon his face.

Had he been better-liked this might have endeared him to his people. Had he the boisterous, effulgent disposition of his brother—but Loki had been distant before his crimes and subsequent disappearance, and now he was as untouchable as Ragnarök, and just as sinister. The look of the wild man hung about him, in the untamed length of his hair, in the wear showed upon his armor, in the fey gleam in his eye.

The people stared at him, then looked to Thor, Asgard’s Golden Son, and it was as looking from night to day.

A New Beginning started because of one of the prompts I received a while back. It's a wingfic AU where the clones have feathered wings of varying colors. In addition to all their training on Kamino, they develop a culture respecting usefulness. There are several points throughout the fic where, because of the state of his own wings, Dogma doubts Fox's intentions toward him.

There's also an undercurrent of distaste among most of the clones toward vode who have darker wings, because they can blend into the shadows easier and thus "you never know where they might be hiding". Dogma's wings are both midnight-black and usless from having been shattered repeatedly months before the fic takes place.

Fox's lack of negative interest in Dogma has a lot to do with the fact that as a member of the Corruscant Guard, he's usually surrounded by more natborns than the clones from the other units, and natborns tend to have prejudices toward all the clones as a group rather than toward specific clones due to their variations. This results in most of the Guard being less interested in the color and state of someone's wings and more interested in taking care of each other.

Who said alphas had to go with omegas? If you like alpha/alpha, alpha/beta, and beta/omega stories, below are my Top 5 Favorites:

*Alpha Bucky and Alpha Steve have their own lists

LiSTE n... it is /okay/ not to brutally murder your OCs. IT IS OKAY!! i'm very glad carver and kelly (my phone wants very badly for that to be "jelly") make it out alive with BloodshedTM (yisss) and then get to live quietly afterwards

Clone height discussions always crack me tf up, bc Tem Morrison is 5'7" so they'd t o w e r over Jango, like I guess the Kaminoans decided they needed to be taller?? Even tho short ppl make better pilots, e.g., and require fewer calories. Poor small Jango, is what I'm saying, and the Nulls just make it worse :P

lmao SAME

I just love the image of like ... a shorter Jango Fett walking around completely straight-faced while his 100 Alphas tower over him by at least 5-6 inches, the Nulls at 6 or 7.

I think somewhere in Legends they mentioned that possibly due to his hard upbringing his growth was stunted? and then compare to the controlled environment and nutrition plans on Kamino Jango gets to see ... how tall he might’ve been had he grown in a more stable environment.

which now that I’ve said that is kind of sad. why did i do this.

Did–did that actually happen to you??

YES IT DID. I was fucking livid and didn't talk to them for almost a month.